He Played Me, So I Destroy His Life

For the ninety-ninth time, I woke up in my boyfriend's bed and instinctively ran my fingers through his hair.

This time, he reacted with apparent contempt, shoving me away and throwing a bank card at me.

"There's thirty thousand in this card. I've calculated it at a thousand per time. The rest is your breakup fee."

I was about to stand up and question him, but he mocked me again.

"Charlotte, you're nothing more than a pretty doll I kept around. Who do you think you are, asking me for a commitment?"

The hand I stretched out stopped mid-air and I suddenly grinned the next second.